| In this room I can feel
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| The gravity holding it down
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| The gravity holding it down
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| Make some room if things get real
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| Grab me and turn me around
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| Grab me and turn me around
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| In this room I can feel
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| The gravity holding it down
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| The gravity holding it down
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| Make some room and let me heal
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| Grab me and turn me around
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| Grab me and turn me around
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| You can’t shake yourself, you’ll repeat false starts
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| 'Cause frosted glass ceilings are standing the way
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| And it makes no
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| Makes no sense, you’ve become convinced
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| That if the clouds parted, the sky would still be grey
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| The sky would still be grey
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| In this room I can feel
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| The gravity holding it down
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| The gravity holding it down
|
| Make some room if things get real
|
| Grab me and turn me around
|
| Grab me and turn me around
|
| In this room I can feel
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| The gravity holding it down
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| The gravity holding it down
|
| Make some room and let me heal
|
| Grab me and turn me around
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| Grab me and turn me around |